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[Well hello little city.  You're being treated to the lovely sight of one teenager throwing out hairspray cans out of a badly wrecked store.  They might be hitting some of the zombies wandering outside of the building.  Quickly, he reaches for his phone, only to find it replaced with some kind of device.  No matter, he's still trying to call someone.  And by calling someone, he's actually trying to call the FBI.

But instead of reaching the FBI, he reaches the communicators of...everyone in town.  Fun.]

Hello?  FBI, I have an emergency!  This store doesn't sell any Cuda hairspray!

I can feel my hair losing its volume and-- ...Hello FBI?  You there?